Page 245 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Yeah. They’ve invited me to dinner tonight.”
He pushes from the doorframe and moves closer.
“And you don’t want to go?” he asks, reading my expression.
“No, of course I want to go. It’s just…she invited my new roommate to join us.”
His footsteps falter.
“They still don’t know?” Something darkens his eyes. Hurt.
Fuck.
“I’ve barely spoken to them, as Mom was more than happy to point out. It just…it hasn’t come up. And also, I didn’t think it was a conversation to have over the phone. They’d tell Rett and—you haven’t told Rett either,” I point out.
Guilt flickers across his face, and he swallows thickly.
“Tomorrow night,” Linc mutters.
“We have to tell him.”
“Uh…”
I can’t help but laugh at his hesitation. “Lincoln Storm, are you scared of my big brother?”
“Would you think differently of me if I said yeah, a little?”
I shake my head, pushing to my feet and moving closer to him.
“You stepped up and took care of me in his absence. He’ll respect that.”
“I’m not sure he’ll respect what we did in that hotel room. Or what just happened in the kitchen,” he deadpans.
“No, probably not. But we don’t have to tell him everything.”
“You ashamed of me, pretty girl?” He quirks a brow.
“Maybe, or maybe I’m stopping you from ending up with a broken nose, or worse.”
“I can hold my own against Rett, babe,” he counters.
“Are you sure?” Rett is a D man, and he’s built. I swear, every time I see him, he’s bigger. He’s intimidating, even to his friends and family.
“I play with guys like him multiple times a week,” Linc argues.
“That’s different.”
“Yeah,” he confesses quietly, his eyes dropping down the length of my body before slowly moving all the way back up. “He’s going to kill me.”
“We don’t have to tell him yet. Not everything, at least. We can tell everyone I’m living here, that you took me in in my hour of need, and then the rest can follow once we know what’s happening.”
He takes a step forward, closing the space between us.
“I know exactly what is happening,” he states confidently before wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and drawing me in. “You can wait as long as you want to tell people, but I fear I might just give it away. Now I’ve started, I’m not going to be able to stop.” He seals his words with a kiss that has my toes curling into the carpet beneath me.
I melt into him, my hand sliding down his still-damp back until I can grab his ass.
He groans, thrusting his hips into me, proving his previous words to be true.
